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April 23, 2005
The Origins of Fat Charlie
Crazy Love Pt. II
(Paul Simon)
From the album "Graceland"
Fat Charlie the Archangel
Sloped into the room
He said I have no opinion about this
And I have no opinion about that
Sad as a lonely little wrinkled balloon
He said well I don't claim to be happy about this, boys
And I don't seem to be happy about that
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
She says she knows about jokes
This time the joke is on me
Well, I have no opinion about that
And I have no opinion about me
Somebody could walk into this room
And say your life is on fire
It's all over the evening news
All about the fire in your life
On the evening news
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
Fat Charlie the Archangel
Files for divorce
He says well this will eat up a year of my life
And then there's all that weight to be lost
She says the joke is on me
I say the joke is on her
I said I have no opinion about that
Well, we'll just have to wait and confer
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of your love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
I don't want no part of this crazy love
Posted by emily at 2:47 AM | Comments (0)
April 22, 2005
Fat Charlie On Love
Beaucoup d'amoureux que j'ai eus. Je me développe épuisé des jeux. Je sens trop l'adulte pour jouer avec cet enfant. Il me donnera un discours demain, de ceci là n'est aucun doute. Je sourirai et inclinerai la tête. À l'intérieur de, je détesterai seulement sa tonalité condescendante. Le repos, je n'ai aucune utilisation pour. Le moi joue les jeux drôles. Mais qui veut Gabriel-lite ?
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April 21, 2005
Fat Charlie Updates You, Whether You Want It Or Not
1) I have been accepted to Cooley Law School and will be matriculated this fall. I will be moving to Lansing. Please send cheese.
2) For some reason, everyone at My Place of Employment seems to think I'm sweet, innocent, naive and young. Am I wearing the wrong perfume? Did they not get the memo on my previous life? Noah, Nicole... talk to these people. They are misinformed and therefore treat me like I'm nineteen and a prom queen. I want to vomit.
3) My Place of Employment is quite silly. First, the name is shared by one of my former Strand bosses, so that tells you something right there. Everyone is very enthused. Everyone wants to keep their job. We have pepper mills holstered to our aprons. I will write more on these startling developments later.
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And Once More, For The Heads
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Can You Pass The Acid Test?
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April 20, 2005
Are You On The Bus Or Off The Bus (aka Never Trust A Prankster)
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It's Been Awhile, But Still, Deadheads Of The World Unite!
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April 7, 2005
Um..... no or "A la Maison Blanche"
West Wing: Are you shitting me? Are you absolutely and positively shitting me? Leo, of the pills and the heart attack? Didn't we already go through this, um, two seasons ago? Why don't we just run Fitzwallace? Who cares that he's dead?
But it wasn't horrible in the horrific sense of horrible that that Cuba wank was. I'll admit that. I just don't see Leo as a VP type guy. He's never run for anything. He's used to be a power broker, not a speechmaker. What? It's like if they picked James Carville... wait, no. Carville would be a better choice.
I'm ranting here. Suffice to say, the spacestation is the least of our concerns. On to next season.
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April 2, 2005
Fat Charlie's Nominee For The Next Pope
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Get Well Soon, Neil
Fat Charlie wishes to extend get well wishes to Neil Young, who is recovering from a brain aneurysm. We also want to lambast the entertainment journalist who opened the story with "Neil Young may have a heart of gold, but his head hasn't been doing so good."
Don't worry, schmucko, Neil'll be rockin' in the free world soon and everybody knows that the world of E! journalists is nowhere. He may need some help recovering, like a man needs a maid, but for what it's worth, after the gold rush, he'll still be an awesome old man. Take a look at your life, you're a lot like he was.
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April 1, 2005
Pope In A Coma
Pope In A Coma
(stolen from Morrissey)
Pope in a coma
I know, I know
It's serious
Pope in a coma
I know it's really serious
Most times I thought
He was just a figurehead
But they'll just replace
Him again if he's dead
The same with Queen Elizabeth
Do you really think he'll pull through?
No, I really doubt he'll pull through
Pope in a coma
I know, I know
It's serious
My, my, my, my, my, my Popey, goodbye
His position on contraception
Really blows
But they won't start handing out
condoms if he goes
Waiting for the white smoke to blow
Do you really think he'll pull through?
No, I really doubt he'll pull through
But what if he pulls through?
What does it matter if he pulls through?
Let me burn in Hell for what I write
I know - it’s serious
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